Queen of everything

I have been doing so well on the healing with the loss of Zoe, even picking up her ashes was OK. Today, I got the sympathy card from the vet and the tears have started again and my life has stopped again. I loved my little girl so much and she was so strong and brave. Whenever we left the house we never worried about the safety of the house, our little girl was there to keep her pack safe. When we went somewhere with she and Gromit in the Jeep, I never worried about someone taking him, she would protect him.
All this time I thought that I was protecting her and keeping her safe. Now I think it was her keeping me safe. My 90 pound pack of dynamite!

She got to the point where she did not like the vet anymore and would try to bite them. They knew that she had been sweet, when she was younger, but they no longer had a good girl in their office. So in the card they said how stubborn or something like that she was, but how lucky she was to have us. Maybe so, maybe she was lucky to have us, but I feel so honored and privileged to have spent the last eight years with that little girl. She showed me how strong she could be after her surgeries and how loving she could be as well. She even kissed me on the floor as I laid with her as the life went out of her body.

She was so special. God I miss her. I know it has only been two weeks, but....... I don't know. It just hurts. Supposed to be strong, but I am weak compared to what she went through. Maybe she can help give me strength from the bridge. That is the real biter, Sooke and Zoe in six months. Two of the best dogs ever, gone. Boxes on the wall, that is all they are now. Thank god, I still have the memories and the pictures.